Entangled To The CEO

Tasha’s [POV]

“There’s my Tasha.” Stan hit the button that opened his office door.

“Now, get to work. Pitch me a new project by the end of the day.” I walked out of Stan’s office feeling more steady than I had since lunch.

Until I saw Rainer. I panicked and walked in the opposite direction. On the other side of the executive floor, far from the spacious offices with amazing views, was a maze of cubicles where all the assistants and executive team members worked.

It was a regular route for me as I often had memos and correspondences to give to Stan’s assistants, but it seemed like everyone was watching me.

My eyes peeked over the edges of cubicles, sliding away from computer screens to watch as I bustled by trying to look busy. Rainer followed me.

After a few calculated turns among the cubicles, it was obvious that he was chasing me. I acted casual and waved at a few people I knew, but my pace was too nervous and fast.

I imagined if I turned and double-backed that Rainer would try to cut me off. I didn’t want to end up face-to-face with him in the middle of a vast audience of co-workers.

So, I pretended my phone was ringing and dove into a nearby break room to answer it. My hope that Rainer had missed my fast dodge was destroyed when he strolled into the break room after me.

I was still holding my phone to my ear and held up a finger as if I was listening to someone who could not be interrupted. I made one last effort to skirt around Rainer, but he blocked the door.

“Great, yes. I’ll make a note of it. Thanks,” I said to my inactive phone.

“Excuse me. I have to get back to my office. Stan wants a new project pitch by the end of the day.” Rainer grinned and stood firm in the doorway.

“You know that avoiding me shows you have feelings for me, right?” I caught my phone before it clattered to the floor.

“What? I don’t have feelings for you, and avoiding you has nothing to do with that.”

“With what?” Rainer crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.

“The fact that we had one fantastic night together?” My cheeks blazed at the thought of someone overhearing us.

I grabbed Rainer’s arm and dragged him into the break room. He stepped forward willingly, and I found myself pressed up against the small kitchenette counter.

“You’re blushing. Your pulse is jumping. Why can’t you just admit you’re attracted to me?” Rainer asked.

“What good would that do?” I asked. Rainer smiled and leaned closer.

“See? It’s questions like that, plus that merry little office chase, that makes me think there’s something here we still need to explore.” I shoved against his chest hard.

“You’re just bored. Most people find a new project when they’re bored at work. It’s a hell of a lot more professional than looking for another conquest.” He frowned at that but did not move back.

“What if I’m not looking for another conquest? What if all I’ve ever been looking for was right here?”

I wiggled out from the counter, fueled by the anger I felt. How could he mess with my emotions like that?

“You practice that line at home?” I asked. Rainer grabbed my arm and swung me around. His lips crashed against mine and a wave of desire tumbled over me. When he broke the tumultuous kiss, his eyes flashed.

“Tell me you didn’t feel that.” I had to take a few breaths before I could speak, but then I managed to say: “All I felt was inappropriate work behavior.” Rainer backed off with an angry sigh.

“Fine. We’ll talk about this after work. Alone. Until you admit I’m not wrong. There’s something between us, and I don’t understand why you won’t let yourself feel it.”

I straightened out my work blouse but couldn’t come up with a response. By the time I looked up from pressing my shirt primly, Rainer was gone.

I took a minute to pour a cup of tepid coffee with a shaking hand. I figured now I could leave without looking as if I’d been part of a scene.

Then two co-workers hurried into the break room. I recognized the taller redhead from the time I caught her crying in a bathroom stall.

The other co-worker, a dark-haired beauty with dramatic eyes, was the woman I had seen Rainer seducing at the end of the office holiday party.

“Good morning,” I said and tried to squeeze past them. The redhead blocked my way with her hands up.

“I’m so sorry to do this, Ms. Nichols, but I admire you. You’re an inspiration, one of the only female junior executives here, and, well, I want you to know that Rainer Maxwell is no good.”

“He’ll ruin your reputation,” the other woman said with a dark look. I couldn’t say anything, so I just clutched my coffee and leaned back against the kitchenette counter.

“He’s only in it for the fun of it.” The redhead approached me cautiously.

“At first, I thought an office fling would be fun, but then it was over. I mean, just like that. One and done.”

“Me too,” the dark-haired woman said.

“He never goes back for seconds. And then you start noticing the other women he’s tossed aside. The women refuse to make eye contact with him. The women who go out of their way to avoid him.”

“I received a phone call, stopped in here for privacy and a coffee,” I explained.

“Good. I hope that’s true,” the dark-haired woman said.

“We just wanted to warn you. You’re too good for him.”

“Don’t think he’ll keep pursuing you after you’ve given him what he wants,” the redhead said.

“Thank you. Excellent advice.” I stayed put after the women apologized again and left the break room.

They were just trying to be nice, but they’d done more than share a warning they wished they’d heard.

They gave me an idea. If I slept with Rainer again, maybe he would go away.

I sipped at my cold coffee and wondered if I could handle it. Seducing Rainer sounded like the only way I could get rid of him for good.

The thought festered with me all day until it was time to go home and get ready for my date with Seth.

Luckily, I did not see Rainer as I left the office because my heart did funny flutters every time I considered my plan.

Coming face-to-face with him before I’d thought it all the way through felt dangerous.

After he chased me into the break room, I worried that he could read me better than anyone had ever managed.

After showering, tugging on a little black dress, and rushing out the door to meet Seth, Rainer was still on my mind.

I told myself that had been his intent all along – make me think of him until I gave in – but something my co-workers said bothered me.

Rainer never went back for seconds. His list of one-night stands was long and despicable, but I wasn’t sure I fit on that list.

Not only had we slept together and kept working side by side every day, but Rainer was determined to have more. The valet startled me out of the memory of Rainer’s quick, searing kiss.

I stumbled out of my car and jumped when my phone rang. It was Rainer. For one heart-stopping moment, I thought Rainer had managed to crash my date.

I looked up the restaurant steps and expected to see him standing there.

“Tasha, over here,” Seth called. I couldn’t believe my heart dropped when I saw Seth.

He was standing by the open door with a wide smile and was getting plenty of appreciative glances from the people heading inside.

In a sports coat and tight tee shirt, Seth looked good enough to eat. But he wasn’t Rainer. I glanced around once more and wondered if I should check my message.

I forced the thought out of my head and ran up the steps to meet Seth. He pecked me on the cheek.

“You look wonderful. How was work?” I flinched away from the question.

“I’d rather hear about all the beautiful things you did with your day,” I said. Seth put a light hand on the small of my back and steered me into the restaurant.

I caught a few jealous glances and couldn’t help but feel bad. He was the picture of the perfect date, but I had my mind on other things.

“Ms. Nichols? Tasha?” a hearty voice called me from the bar. I turned and teetered on my high heels.

Mr. Reynolds, the head of Parks and Recreation, waved us over.

“Having a business dinner?” he asked with a broad smile.

“Mr. Reynolds, this is Seth. Seth, Mr. Reynolds,” I said with a dry mouth.

“Please, call me Alan. Where’s Rainer?” Alan asked. Seth chuckled.

“That’d be a little awkward. We’re on a date.” Alan’s smile froze. He gave me another look.

“Oh, sorry. I just assumed that you and Rainer, ah . . . I just figured that was the only reason a man like Rainer was digging in the dirt day after day.”

“Reasonable assumption,” Seth said.

“After all, the reason I took the volunteer gig was to get a date with Tasha.” I was glad when the hostess approached and gestured us toward our table.

“Nice to see you, Mr. Reynolds.” When we got to our table, Seth’s glances kept sliding back to the bar.

“I’m sorry that was so awkward,” I said.

“I haven’t told Mr. Reynolds about the funding getting cut. I’m not sure he’s ready for the community garden to be on its own.” Seth seemed to accept my reasonable excuse for the tension.

“He knows it’s going to happen sooner or later. Mr. Reynolds seems like an observant man.”

“Speaking of observant men, maybe you know what kind of flowers these are?” I motioned to the beautiful centerpiece at our table. It was a desperate bid to distract us, but it didn’t work.

Seth reached across the table, took both my hands, and then studied my face carefully.

“You’re right, Tasha, I’m observant too. Are you sure I’m the one you want to be on a date with tonight?” I resisted the urge to yank my hands back.

“I wouldn’t have said yes otherwise.” Seth smiled and squeezed my hands. Then he let them go and leaned back in his seat.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Then I just have to get this out: I think Rainer is in love with you.” I choked on the sparkling water our waiter had just poured.

The waiter panicked, but I waved him away, and he fled gladly.

“Why would you say that?” I asked Seth. “Come on, Tasha, everyone could see it at the community garden. The way he looks at you. And he makes you smile,” Seth said.

“You make me smile,” I said. Seth looked at my straight face and shook his head with a rueful sigh.

“I don’t mind talking gardens and landscaping. I don’t even mind enjoying a delicious dinner with you. I just think we should be honest right now. This isn’t a date. It can’t be.”

“Why not?” I asked. There was a catch in my voice and I worried it had everything to do with Rainer and very little with Seth’s clear-headed decision.

“I’m sorry, Tasha, I’m just not willing to get in the middle of something. Even if you haven’t admitted it, something is going on. That doesn’t mean we can’t still enjoy dinner.” Seth motioned for the waiter to return. It was my turn to sigh.

“You’re right, and I can respect that. But I’m paying.” Seth laughed.

“Fair enough, friend.”